Ambrosia: She says Lady Grace is dangerous, and she would like you to kill her.

Night: Okay. Whatever you need, Charlotte.

Ambrosia: Even you must have a heart!

Night: She finally speaks. Well, I don’t have to tell her that if it bothers you. I’ll ask her how that helps her nephew. Are you happy now?

Ambrosia: A month ago, Lady Grace was infected, but before the “Swarm” came, she had been carrying a boy. Lady Charlotte has been hoping that her nephew was still alive, but alas, it’s been ten months with no sign of him being birthed any time soon.

Night: Why kill her before saving the baby? Heh. Don’t look so surprised, Ambrosia. I really do want to know.

Ambrosia: Maybe all hope isn’t lost for you after all. Just maybe. Regardless, Lady Charlotte thinks you might be right, but she doesn’t wish to entertain false hope. More than that, she doesn’t want the child to be born in a world like hers.

Night: She wants us to grab a gun from camp.

Night: Seems there’s no way to turn her down, Ambrosia. So…if I do this, she’ll owe me.

Ambrosia: And that is precisely the kind of answer that suits you.

Night: Thank you.

Ambrosia: On the way back, our stomachs loudly begin protesting!

Night: Time to go spear fishing.

Night: You’ve never gone fishing before, have you, Ambrosia? What do you think you have to do?

Ambrosia: I…suppose you would have to think like a fish?

Night: All right. Then what?

Ambrosia: If you’re asking me, then you must be anxious for us to fail.

Night: Not really. I’m just trying to engage you. You’ve been rather lifeless.

Ambrosia: I will regain my enthusiasm once our journey is over. Though, I have never really been one with fire.

Night: Oh, really?

Ambrosia: Let us move fast in our attempt to catch the fish.

Night: Too bad. We scared the fish away. But there’s a mysterious door in the woods.

Ambrosia: Oh, but Lady Charlotte’s waiting for us!

Night: True. We’ll just have to investigate it later. If we can.

Night: Let’s look everywhere.

Ambrosia: But I’m fairly certain what she wanted us to find was with Sir Ethan’s things.

Night: The gun was, yes. I didn’t realize you were on board with Charlotte’s plan of murdering her sister.

Ambrosia: No, but…haah. If you mean to intrude on Lady Charlotte’s privacy, then please make it quick.

Night: As you wish. So, there’s a medkit in Charlotte’s things and a gun in Ethan’s. We can only take one, for some reason. I guess our pockets are too full.

Ambrosia: It’s evening now. Lady Charlotte is so surprised to see you that she can scarcely believe it’s you.

Ambrosia: She’s rather upset to see that you brought the medkit instead of a weapon – and that you went through her things – but after reasoning with her…oh, oh…

Night: She wants you to cut open Grace’s stomach and rescue her nephew.

Ambrosia: Mm-hmm.

Night: But we need some supplies first. Fortunately, there’s an abandoned camp nearby. It’s time for another trek through the woods.

Night: Let’s see if she’s feeling all right.

Ambrosia: She claims that you remind her of Sir Ethan. She says it almost like an accusation, I believe, but I think that’s rather a compliment. Sir Ethan sounds like a caring man with a noble heart.

Night: I’m sure he is. All right. Here’s the campsite. Charlotte, of course, doesn’t hesitate to start tearing through it.

Night: Let’s join her in making chaos.

Ambrosia: Lady Charlotte seems to be stricken with a terrible headache.

Night: She brushes it off, of course. Being the strong woman that she is.

Night: I think she should lie down.

Ambrosia: She does so and…we discover a “flashlight”! I’ve never heard of such a device before.

Night: And at that very moment, Charlotte sneaks behind us and presses something sharp against the back of our neck. “Move or die,” she threatens. Something tells me this isn’t the Charlotte we know.

Ambrosia: Let us reason with her!

Night: And out pops a bee. Well, it’s called a drone, actually.

Ambrosia: You mean…it’s that monstrous-sized one.

Night: This drone is making a strange buzzing sound and seems to be mind-controlling Charlotte. I see no reason to attack the puppet. Let’s just cut her strings. With a hatchet or our fists?

Ambrosia: I can hardly endorse either one, but I would think it’d be safer to use a weapon rather than to confront the drone directly.

Night: It almost sounds like you’re worried about me.

Ambrosia: While I may not be fond of you, I have no wish to see you meet your end.

Night: So, I am growing on you. Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.

Ambrosia: Please be serious.

Night: I am. Couldn’t you tell?

Ambrosia: With the drone vanquished, Lady Charlotte is freed from its power and is very much relieved.

Night: And it’s back to the pregnant lady.

Night: Time to use the medkit. This should be your field of expertise, shouldn’t it?

Ambrosia: Let us ask Lady Charlotte what she would like to accomplish first.

Night: As expected, she wants you to take care of it, so that’s what we’re doing. Do you want to stitch Grace back up afterwards?

Ambrosia: We can’t just leave her like that.

Night: When you’re done, Charlotte wants you to hold the baby and approaches Grace.

Ambrosia: It’s an honor to have helped, Lady Charlotte.

Night: I can’t wait to see this reunion…which turns out to be very bloody. Charlotte slits her sister’s throat. As it turns out, she blames Grace for her parents’ infection. After all, it happened while they were out purchasing daises for her baby shower.

Ambrosia: But I’m sure Lady Charlotte still loved her sister dearly!

Night: I would tease her about Grace being a terrible person, but I have a feeling neither of you would like that. I’ll go with the first choice instead.

Ambrosia: As I said, I’m certain she cares for Lady Grace, deep inside. Lady Charlotte even admits that she tried to keep her sister alive.

Night: But now that Grace is gone, Charlotte is planning on leaving us and Ethan.

Night: I want to come with you.

Ambrosia: She’s shocked by your response.

Night: As are you?

Ambrosia: Not in this case. She would like to know your reasons for saying so.

Night: I’ll go with the romantic answer. Because I feel something for you, Charlotte.

Ambrosia: Please don’t deceive Lady Charlotte.

Night: Who says I don’t feel something for her? I do find her attractive. And I admire her courage.

Night: We leave the camp together. She teaches me what she knows about surviving and names the baby after Ethan.

Night: Oh, so it would be something like this.

Ambrosia: Your clothes…!

Night: So, that’s the first thing that you notice.

Ambrosia: Please don’t assign any special meaning to it. I just don’t understand – it isn’t reasonable to sleep in the cold that way.